Character Speaks
Just by the poles, I sit,
To watch my trails talk,
But it was all erased by others.
Have been this pretty for ages,
But no good comes my way
I kill with eyes and farts.
Mother taught me respect
A subject I have ejected far back;
No wonder my hills aren't high.
Everyone do love me,
Yet, they do send me away,
Not minding my charming beauty.
I would fault my dress
And flaunt the latest, -slayer!
All to no remedy, in pain i sleep.
Many times, I have been the best cheerleader,
Many a-time, I have sexed the Merchant men...
But, the rejection hurts more like a burning coal.
©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
24/08/2018
01: 18AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interestingly penned on the tone of sad life- like to quote - I would fault my dress And flaunt the latest, -slayer! All to no remedy, in pain i sleep. ... But, the rejection hurts more like a burning coal. /// finest 10+++++